Okay, yes, Bink is a good girl and though we have had our experience with illness (thank God nothing serious: pinkeye, ear infections, a kidney infection, mostly run-of-the-mill stuff that kids go through and she's totally healthy and fine) but randomly, she hadn't had a cold until a couple of weeks ago, and she's never had any puke issues. She's a pooper. What?!
So yesterday, Husband was at the Big Football Game (he is SO lucky!) and Bink and I were relaxing at home, not going out in the snow because I felt a day cuddling on the couch (or rather, my chasing her around the room trying to get her to cuddle with me while she gives me death stares and crawls away from me as FAST as she can) was important. We had some pizza for lunch, and she LOVED it. We all know Bink has a bit of Olsen-twin in her (LUCKY!) so this was very exciting for me. A couple of hours later, I was having a snack, so I thought Bink would like one, too. I pulled out some banana cookies that I had gotten at the store on Friday and a little milk. We put on some Happy Endings, Season 1 (WHAT!??!) and we were having a lovely time. It really was lovely: she had consented to sit with me, my pretty Cranberry Bellini candle was burning, the show is obviously awesome.com, we were snuggling in our fleecy jams - heaven.
The throat clearing.
Well, until what I THOUGHT was throat clearing.
You can probably guess that it was not. You can probably guess that she was gagging.
And you can probably guess what happened next.
Yes, my little Binks projectile vomited pizza, milk and banana cookie. All. Over. My. Face.
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I make it to the bathroom in time, but this really doesn't help our situation. Bink goes straight into the bath, poor bunny, and when she's clean I pop her in her crib and stand under the scalding-est-hottest water there ever was. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, sipping at water and avoiding eye contact.
I feel like that was a true Mom Moment, you know? Like, just the most horrible, disgusting thing that could EVER happen (also I am allergic to bananas, aside) and I just took care of her even though I wanted to run away. You know what I mean. OMG, Moms.
We really are amazing.